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“Be still the heart like death. She is unreal, a trickery of night shadows and moonlight, an illusion over an Earth of vermin. She is a phantom, a suicide, or someone’s victim. She is an apparition bearing a mad and black grin over a blanched and bled face; perhaps a witching lunatic gone astray from some coven’s secret sabbat, a stray gone frenzied and awry on blood and wine.” ~The Harlot Goddess

“She created an alphabet of glyphs unto the serpent, a tattoo unto the second servant of Lilith, a tale in his skin in icons with no interpretation, and hidden beneath his ebon sheen. She gave the serpent a language, which only she has ever spoken, a magik of the written word, which is never to be read, but by Lilith.”~The Harlot Goddess

“Think not that death makes you impossible to possess, for death is of her doing. From death, she will dig up your Earth, gather your remains, and fold you into her albescent bosom. Lilith, the Archwhore that murdered your First Father into living death, the Goddess that may call unto the insects of your grave to do her bidding forever, she will raise you up and give you suck with the milk of her sorcery. She will mount your corpse and ride you hard from death, and with a horde of spells spewing from her mouth and pubis to your living death. She will flesh your bones again, and own you forever.”~THE HARLOT GODDESS

Think not to resist her magiks and crafts. She is the first and truest charmer of serpents. She is the bestower of their kingdoms and cults. She is the source of their esteem and history, of their ebb and flow throughout the world, from godhood to pestilence. Even from their ebbing depths of worst persecutions, they love her more than they love themselves. She is their Snake Goddess.~The Harlot Goddess

Raise her up, ye sons of the First Son of the Earth. Raise up the silken Goddess of your slavering slavery; and for some, your living death. She is the conqueror of your all. She is the icon, the image, the lilac-ivory idol, the unbounded temple of your total submission. Bend not your will but to that which she wills. Prostrate yourselves and lap up water at her feet. She may deign, then, to urinate on you; and that, poor fools, you will lap up, too.~The Harlot Goddess

“She is a naked horror without warning, a revelation against all belief and knowing, a sudden truth of no one’s telling. No one ever warned of woman come like a spider. No one ever warned that widows have a Goddess, that serpents so adore her, that she is Mistress over all she pleases.”~The Harlot Goddess

Gaze at the black gate of Goddess, so perfect and beautiful. There comes from the black gate a sourceless zephyr, like the idea of a ghost that might have been. It is an ill omen, a wind where there is no wind. It is several moments of cold and dread, then gone. It is the sliver of an arctic zephyr that will wander the world forever. It is an omen, and it grants dread like wishes. It is the zephyr of omen. It gives life and being to the first dreadful thought that may occur in its presence. It inspires dread, and makes the dreaded happen. ~The Harlot Goddess

“You serve unto succubi, while they kiss and lick at each other. They giggle with high cackles, like wicked hyenas laughing at your demise. They are tickled and titillated to be your worst affliction. They are overcome with erotic delight and mirth to murder you between them. Murderous as they are, they are darkly pleased to have you; and pleased, they pleasure each other. They make sapphic gestures and caress one another while making you suffer.” The Harlot Goddess

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“Lilith became the serpent’s mistress, his goddess, the sky of his enchantment, the reason of his being, the course of his fate. She beguiled the serpent to the pedestal of her bosom, and held him up above the night’s canopy. She took him up, and took him into the comfort of her embrace; and there, she cooled his blood cold and conducive to her wants. She envenomed him with an obsession for her. She scribed him indelibly, and inked his fate darkly.” ~The Harlot Goddess

She was Goddess when first she took the lowly serpent up from the Earth. When he flicked his tongue at the air she breathed, she flicked hers back like a kiss, and with a spell in the taste of her mouth. Then the serpent became utterly bound with adoration and desire, bewitched now and forever. The Harlot Goddess available at Damnation Books